help me i am
 
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from the way
you laugh to
the movement
of your hands
when you tell
a story. i do
not want to be
with anyone
else.

Every time you
leave me it hurts
more
hurts more
hurts like a hammer
on my shins, the
very definition of
shambles. I almost
told you to come
back and I'm so
glad I didn't.